this is the first picture i have thumbed up in like 3 weeks.

OP WHAT ARE YOU THINKING

YOU CROSSED THE LINE THIS TIME

TO THE FRONTPAGE

Eyup.

I think... I think I just made a wallpaper version.

Growing up in our farm, you had two options: 'Live, or die livin'.' As simple as our farmer's slogan may seem, it held validity. You see, my grandfather was dying, hell, but don't tell him that. He'd knock you upside the head quick with the that leathery gauntlet of an oldman's hand. Though his illness was getting the best of him, he never showed symptoms. Raised in a house of 13, my grandfather would try his best to either 'live', like the rich city-folk that have it made, or 'die livin' ', by being the best-damned rancher on this side of Kentucky.

Waking up weeks before my 7th birthday, I asked for a drawing book to sketch; when I'm bored at times on the ranch. A quick punch in the chest followed by a , "You a fairy, boy?" brought me back to Kentucky. His scold wasn't cold. Of course he was rustling me, but he had some sincerity in his guttural tone. "I can't have a damn butterfly runnin' my ranch, I'd choose a damn Democrat over a sack'a glitter anyday." His throaty remark would be. His distaste for gays and democrats bellowed throughout the house on a daily basis, I think so because he knows his wife won't stop him, anymore.. Hah, grandma.. He at times goes as far as claiming Barack Obama for the black Ricky Martin. He was a stick in the mud, a lovely old stick in the mud he was. He never really had a genuine hatred for homosexuals, but in Kentucky, you knew 2 things: how to hunt squirrels with your rusted 336XLR rifle or pick on fairies. I feel that if he had the chance, he'd be a find politician, but he hates them too; he hated everything.

Going through old things that were left in his attic after I moved out, I noticed a notebook that was left. Opening it's secrets, nothing but blank pages presented itself, save for the last; he drew it.. It was an amateurish drawing of lines, and underneath, "I was never really any good, but perhaps you can see your grandmother, so I'll give you your wings, fairy." Tears hit the parchment...

This is nearly as bad as the time when some faggot posted the 'GET THIS CIRCLE TO THE FRONT PAGE' shit

repost

Directions weren't clear, dick stuck in ceiling fan.

Really? 160 thumbs?
i need to start doing this shit

dude, take this shit down, the original poster will sue you for all your money

the artist spent about 100,000$ on this shit and you just come here and claim it to be your own ?

you are one sick fuck.

kill yourself, reposting shiteating scum

The tags lie, I don't see no Titty Sprinkles.

Gah, fuck.